There Is Something So Special About My Young Lover And Her Friend Moaning Like Whores As They Put In

You and me both.

Blink-182

I Miss You

More than one girl in my life does this apply to. Destined to be alone.

I love fucking tiny girls. Especially if they are half my age.

need someone big, strong and ignificantly heavier than me to crush me when we fuck

Every one of my “work wives” so far has been “just a friend.”

"Just friends" while we're fucking in a hotel room with our phones off

This is why you invite that older man over for breakfast.

dishes

cw: oral, needy, cnc if you squint, freeuse, creampie

"So, I did most of the dishes, except the cups," he paused for a moment, glancing away from me to the cups stacked neatly in the sink, "my hands are too big, so it's hard..."

"Oh," laughter bubbled out of me at the realization and I shook my head, "no, it's fine. I can do the cups, no worries."

His eyes found mine, slightly surprised at my easy acquiesce, "I mean, I can do something else, trade, make it up to you..."

"You really don't have to," came my easy reply as I nudged him towards the living room. He peeked over his shoulder, squinting his eyes in something akin to disapproval before he reluctantly shifted forward a few steps.

- - -

Arctic Monkeys played softly in the background as my hands made quick work of the cups, squeezing down into the holes with the sponge to get every nook and cranny. "How goes it?" he murmured, his lips suddenly nestled along the top of my head, his arms wrapping around my waist to stifle the immediate jerk of my body.

"You scared me!" I squeaked in dismay, dropping the cup I had been washing, water spattering across the backsplash, "It goes good, thank you."

"It goes well, does it?" he whispered against my ear, his fingers massaging down to the edge of my dress.

"What are you doing?" my whole body paused, thighs clenching together as the crisp air brushed across my upper thighs. He made a soft sound, almost as if admonishment for my question, his hands sliding along my thighs before firmly squeezing my ass.

"Making it up to you," he finally breathed, disappearing from beside me. His hands shifted, firmly trapping me against the counter as I felt him kneel behind me. My own hands found purchase on the sink just before the warmth of his tongue enveloped me. His nose pressed into me gently as he pried my thighs more apart, intent on devouring me. His tongue slid through my pussy folds, slurping like a man possessed as needy cries left me in increasing levels of desperation.

"Baby," I whined almost brokenly, finding myself pressing back against his tongue as the pleasure rushed through me. I was almost dizzy from how good his tongue felt, so when he added a finger pressed against my entrance, my knees buckled.

He kept me firmly standing, catching me against his face as he used my momentary weakness to snake his tongue across my clit. I moaned his name like a prayer, my legs trembling as pleasure removed every thought and need but him.

Then all too soon, cool air greeted my wet cunt as he pulled away. A breathy whine of disapproval left me as I tried to turn, almost to beg before he readjusted his grip on me. Fingers digging into my hips, he held me still as he maneuvered himself. The fat head of his cock slid between my thighs, nestling between my lips before pushing into my needy entrance.

"Fuck, babygirl," he groaned in praise, wrapping himself around me as his lips pressed against my cheek, "you're sucking me in so nice. Is my good girl needy? Have you been craving this?"

Every inch he sank into me brought another desperate plea from me, "Sir, please, please, yes.."

Once he was finally seated inside of me, he moaned softly in approval at the way my pussy clenched, tightening around him, almost as if to keep him deep forever. His cock slid out, almost to the very tip before he surged forward, thrusting so hard that I saw stars from the sharp pleasure. "More," comes my distorted whine, a keen, "God, more."

My begging continued and every beg was met with a matched thrust, harder and deeper than the last until he was pounding into me. Our moans matched the insane pace, the resounding sound of his hips bouncing off my ass, the slap of skin on skin. "Don't stop," I begged, whined, turning to look at him with pouty eyes. He growled in primal lust as he pulled me in, his lips fastening on mine.

He swallowed my moans, our tongues colliding, swirling, tasting to match the harsh pace of our thrusts. His arms tightened their hold on me as my pussy tightened around him, soft squelching adding to the mess. The pleasure consumed me, his taste only adding to my desperation as I clung to him, inside and out.

A squeaking moan left me, lost in his own groan of pleasure as our lips clashed and we breathed together. My pussy spasmed, coating him in my sticky wetness just as he bottomed out inside me. I felt him throb inside me, once, twice, his hot cum pooling deep inside me as my walls milked him of every drop.

The messy kiss turned more gentle as he relaxed his hold on me, kissing down from my lips to my neck. "Did I make it up to you?" comes a soft rumble of his voice against my throat as I feel his hips rock gently, his cock pulling breathy moans from me at the whisper of pleasure.

"I think I might need extra convincing," comes my needy reply.

Minors, blank and ageless blogs will be blocked.

Well. I’ve been here a few times. JerseyDaddy2000, JustAnotherSir, etc. maybe this time it will stick?

Married.

NJ in the USA.

47 years old.

Dead bedroom. I have affairs to feel excitement and love and passion. I have a long distance love but she knows I want something physical as well, so if you are local drop me a line.

Telegram @JerseyDaddy

Things I like:

Age gap

Size difference

CNC

I’m a “soft” or “pleasure” Daddy Dom, so I love giving praise and abuse in equal measure. Sometimes I’ll deny your orgasm and sometimes I’ll force it.

Love giving cream-pies

Hate:

Anything to do with the bathroom. No piss, shit, or vomit

Try me:

Anything else

Us when?

So. Who likes dad bods?

Let’s test that theory.

Honestly this is one of my favorite things to do. It’s partially why I insist on playing during the day: it gives me more time with toys half my age.

I want someone to edge me until I’m begging to cum and then be forced to cum until I’m begging to stop